Hello Hello! Please apologise my miserable attempt to write something. It's my very first fanfic so please let me know if I need to improve or change anything. All feedback is welcomed. ^^ English is not my first language so please tell me if you find an error.
I don't own Sekaiichi Hatsukoi or its characters obviously. All the rights belong to Shungiku Nakamura.
Mint. That's the smell Onodera left on Takano's sheets when he left in the morning. Gripping the pillow that belonged to his now gone lover, Masamune laid his head on the white soft fabric and inhaled. After another night of futile denials, crimson tinted cheeks and one-sided declarations, Ritsu was his again. It actually happened, the warmth he left behind proved it. So did his taste on Takano's mouth and the marks of his nails on the older's back.
The desperate and lustful moans that forced through the youngest lips still remained in his ears. Those golden and precious moans that he dreams of hearing for the rest of his life. The fragile gasps the owner of emerald eyes gave while he wrapped his legs around the chief-editor's waist, in search of that special spot that, when pressed, would temporarily make him forget reality. The way his arms would lock around Takano's back for support and closeness, one hand cupping his nape whenever the dark haired man kissed him. Their breathings were heavy and their bodies intertwined. Takano would remember those precious memories forever.
Then, in the morning, the brown-haired man would escape without being noticed, leaving the older's bed empty. The same thing happened to his heart.
Ritsu Onodera could be a real dick sometimes. Was the first thought that came into his mind.
The male pulled up the duvet to cover himself and squinted his eyes to adjust his vision. The sun was already up and it illuminated the tidy room. Thanks to the thin walls of the apartment, Takano could hear Onodera's shower running. The smell of mint refreshed his mind and his spirit. Where did he get that smell from anyways? It was like kissing cough drops, which actually tasted nice when contrasted with Masamune's Tabaco breath.
Not being able to fall asleep again, the carbon haired editor got out of bed and took a shower as well. The warm water burned his back and the places where Ritsu scratched were slightly sensible. Takano smiled to himself about the idea of body marks. His were much more easy to hide than the love marks he left on Onodera's neck the previous night. That little bastard deserved them for always running away from him. Even though he didn't voice out his feelings, Ritsu's body seemed eager to demonstrate how he actually felt and that really turned on Masamune.
Trying not to think about that anymore because that would certainly revive certain feelings and ruin his current state of purification, the raven-haired editor got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He walked to his kitchen and opened the fridge, grabbing a water bottle, and leant on the marble counters. As he drank his first sip, he heard some silent but sloppy steps coming from the genkan. A very red and fidget Ritsu looked slightly shocked at the older editor's semi-naked figure. As soon as his brain processed that his, supposed to-be, "lover" wasn't fully dressed, the unexperienced manga editor turned around and faced the door.
"AH! Hum… Takano-san! I thought you were still asleep… I forgot my jacket in your living room…" he said quickly.
Takano could see the blush on Onodera's cheeks spreading to his ears. He could also see a very poorly covered hickey on the youngest's neck which sparked a delicious shock down the black-haired man's spine and an irresistible heat on certain areas below his waist.
Who cares about purification anyway? he thought. And like a lion hunting its prey, Takano dropped the towel and walked towards Onodera.